Chapter 482
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Kendra then seized Lindseyâs arm and announced to Monica, âMs.
Hughes, youâre right.
Lindsey adores the violin.
Sheâs been longing for a chance to play for you, perhaps to receive some guidance.
â
Monica regarded Kendra with a look of disdain, then turned to Lindsey with a warm smile.
âAlright, thatâs fine by me.
â
Lindsey lifted her gaze to the violin resting on the shelf by the pool.
It had been ages since she last played, and the sight of her old instrument stirred something deep within her.
Yet, she dismissed the thought with a shake of her head.
âNo, letâs not.
Itâs been too long.
Iâve probably forgotten how to play,â she said.
âJust give it a try.
Thereâs hardly anyone around.
It wonât hurt,â
Monica coaxed, her voice as encouraging as it was years ago.
While Lindsey wavered, Kendra reached out, seized Lindseyâs arm, and tugged her toward the violin.
âCome on, Linds, Ms.
Hughes is right.
This chance is rare.
Stop making excuses.
Thereâs no need to play shy,â she urged.
âKendra, stop it.
Let me go,â Lindsey protested, detesting Kendraâs grip on her.
But Kendra was relentless, pressing Lindseyâs hand against the violin.
âStop being stubborn, Linds.
Iâm just thinking of you.
You loved the violin.
Itâs only because of your dad you stopped.
Youâve held that grudge for years.
I know youâre dying to play again.
Donât be shy.
â
Domenic was about to intervene as he watched Kendraâs persistent hold, but before he could act, the scuffle sent Lindsey tumbling forward into the pool.
With a splash, she hit the water.
âOh no! Linds! Someone help!â Kendra crouched by the poolside, tears streaming down her face, yet a slight smile betrayed her true feelings.
She was the one who had nudged Lindsey into the water during their scuffle.
As the onlookers gasped amidst the splash, a shadowy figure shed his coat and dove into the pool with haste.
Lindsey emerged, gasping for air, only to be hoisted up by someone.
Domenic had come to her rescue.
His wet hair was on his forehead, and his shirt clung to his toned physique.
He snatched up his jacket from the ground and wrapped it around Lindsey, who was trembling slightly.
His hands, large and restless, held her drenched shoulders as he scanned her worriedly.
âLinds, are you alright?â
Lindsey fluttered her eyelashes open to look at Domenic.
She had seen him leap into the water without a second thought to save her.
Now, soaked to the skin, droplets slid down from his damp hair, but he seemed oblivious to his own state, concern etched in his gaze.
âWere you terrified? Donât worry.
Iâm here with you now.
â He gently patted her head.
With a face full of emotions, Lindsey pursed her lips before erupting into laughter.
âI can swim just fine.
Nevertheless, Iâm truly touched by your gallant act of rescue, risking your own safety for me.
â
Domenic breathed out a sigh of relief, gently tapping her forehead.
âRegardless of your aquatic prowess, Iâd come to your rescue regardless.
But itâs evident our acquaintance lacks depth.
Letâs converse at length later.
I wish to know more about you.
â